Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.

You can't eat your friends and have them too

Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.

I’d like to be remembered as someone who used their ability as a novelist or as a dramatist to say the things he felt needed to be said about the society while being as entertaining as possible. Because if you don’t entertain, nobody’s listening.

Tell Papa I admire him but from now on I plan to admire him from as far away as I can get.

I coulda' had class. I coulda' been a contender! But instead I got a one way ticket to Palookaville.

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?